What is this feeling? This feeling that something is there to be found. Discovered in pictures.
A packet of people that I do not even know. I do not want to look at them again. Their unfamiliar eyes looking back at me, drive me crazy.
I try to sleep, but they are waking me up in my dreams to talk to me. They have kept a secret for generations.
I tell them I am so busy during the day, but sometime soon, I will work through this mystery. So when the house is quiet, I stare into the dark and put dates and names together all wrong. They unravel and sleep takes over.
Days,sometimes months go by,and then I welcome them back. They walk single file into my night and talk all at once.
I know the answers are in their looks and in the names they give to me. I am mad at them for keeping the truth from those before me.
If I could just figure out the clues they are giving me. They are disappointed that I can not put the truth together.
I walk the graves. I beg for a hand to reach through the ground and grab me and pull me down. For a bony hand to hold my face and breathe the answers into my soul.